Hearing the shouts from behind, the Puppet Body didn't stop. Instead, it quickened its pace.
It seemed terrified.
At this sight, cruel smiles appeared on the faces of the several Tribulation Cultivators, like vicious wolves that had spotted their prey.
"Heh heh heh, why run, friend? I'm not a bad person."
The middle-aged Cultivator in the lead cackled.
With one party in front and the other behind, the distance between them never increased.
Before long, they were far from the Black Market.
About a quarter of an hour later, the Puppet Body in the lead suddenly slowed down, as if it had exhausted its Magical Power.
The Tribulation Cultivators had long since expected this development.
After all, this wasn't the first time they had done something like this.
"Don't worry, friend. We won't hurt you."
The middle-aged Cultivator's eyes were filled with greed as he rapidly closed in.
The others did the same, acting as if victory was already in the bag.
